One of my reviewers in the first chapter, jessicaisfabulous, had a really good idea. "I almost want to see this turn into a series of one-shots... like, what happens when Burt finds something else? Sort of an akward [sic] Burt-Klaine fic series" I really like the sound of that, so that's what I am going to do! :)

Oh, and I just thought I should say this: I got the idea for the strawberry flavored condoms and them tasting like medicine from a tweet from Blaine. I saw it and I couldn't resist!

Burt opened his can of ginger ale as he sat down in the armchair. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV, switching to the game.

He could hear Finn and Puck playing a video game in Finn's room, and he could hear Kurt moving around upstairs in his room, getting ready for his date with Blaine. Kurt and Blaine had only been dating for about eight months, but Burt could tell they were really happy together.

About ten minutes into the game, Kurt came running into the room, out of breath.

And…shirtless?

"Uh, Kurt?" Burt asked. "What are you doing shirtless?"

"I can't find the shirt I was going to wear!" Kurt answered, sounding panicked.

"Does it really matter what shirt you wear? I'm sure Blaine won't…" Burt suddenly noticed something on his son's left hip. "Kurt…is that a hickey?"

Kurt squeaked, clapping a hand over the rather large purple bruise. "N-no!"

Before Burt could say anything else, there was a knock at the door, announcing Blaine's arrival. Burt set down his ginger ale and stood up out of the chair.

"Sit," he ordered Kurt, pointing at the couch as he walked to the door.

"Hi, Burt!" Blaine said cheerfully when Burt opened the door.

Burt smiled. "Hello, Blaine," he said in an even voice, not giving anything away. "Come on in. Kurt's in the living room."

Blaine followed Burt, humming. His humming stopped, though, when Burt sat back down in his chair. Burt stared at Blaine as the boy's eyes widened at the sight of Kurt, who was still shirtless. Burt did not like the look in Blaine's eyes.

"What…?" Blaine said.

"I think you need to sit down, Blaine," Burt said. Blaine sat next to Kurt on the couch, a confused look on his face. Burt stood up so he could stand in front of the two boys with his arms crossed.

Blaine was looking at Kurt, who was staring down at his hands, his face a bright red color. Blaine turned to Burt.

"What's going on?"

"Why don't you tell him, Kurt," Burt said to his son.

"Dad…Dad saw the hickey," Kurt whispered, finally looking back up.

Blaine paled. "Oh."

"Yeah," Burt said. "Oh. Now I wonder how he got that."

Blaine bit his bottom lip. "That…is a very good question."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Really, Blaine? Really?"

Burt sighed as he ran his hand down his face. "Okay, Blaine. Let me ask you this. What were you doing sucking on my son's hip?"

Blaine blushed an incredibly dark shade of red as Kurt screeched, "Dad!"

"I…I…" Blaine spluttered.

"What exactly are your intentions with my son, Blaine?" Burt said.

Kurt dropped his face into his hands, whispering, "This can't be happening" over and over again.

Blaine was white as a sheet, but he stared right back at Burt as he answered. "Burt, I love your son. And I have nothing but the utmost respect for him."

Burt snorted. "So I can tell."

Kurt looked up. "Dad, are you going to stand there and tell me that you never gave Mom a hickey while you were teenagers?"

"That's beside the point, Kurt," Burt said. "What I want to know right now is whether Blaine is serious about you or if he's just in this relationship for the physical stuff."

Kurt stood up. "Of course he's serious about me, Dad! He tells me he loves me every day! Even before we…" He trailed off, a blush staining his cheeks.

Blaine reached a hand up to take Kurt's hand in his, using it to pull Kurt back down onto the couch. Not letting go of Kurt's hand, Blaine turned back to Burt.

"He's right, Burt. I know what that hickey must look like, but would you like to see the hickeys Kurt gave me?" Kurt's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he turned to Blaine.

Burt choked. "No, no, that's okay, Blaine."

Kurt sighed. "Dad, we're teenagers. Stuff…is going to happen."

Burt could have sworn he heard Blaine mumble something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Stuff has happened" but decided to let it go.

"And I understand that, Kurt. Just…will you at least make sure to stay safe?" Burt said, feeling the start of a headache beginning to form.

Kurt buried his head in his hands again, but Blaine smiled at Burt. "Of course."

Something in that smile made Burt narrow his eyes. Blaine's smile disappeared, and he suddenly looked uncomfortable. Kurt looked back up so he could glare at Blaine.

Burt heaved a huge sigh. "Something you would like to share, boys?"

Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances before looking back at Burt. "No," they said at the same time.

Burt cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded so fast Burt thought his head would fall off his neck. "Absolutely," he said.

Blaine chuckled, earning a smack on the arm from Kurt. "Ow!" he said, pouting. "What was that for?"

"You know exactly what that was for," Kurt growled.

"Okay," Burt said. "It's obvious that the two of you are hiding something. What is it?"

Kurt smiled sweetly at Burt. "I really don't know what you're talking about, Dad."

"Burt, can we continue this conversation another day?" Blaine piped up. "If Kurt and I don't leave soon then we'll miss our reservation." Kurt looked like he could have kissed him-which he probably would have under different circumstances.

Burt sighed. "Fine. Kurt, go finish getting ready. Blaine, you stay right here."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt stood up. But as he made to leave the living room, he ran into Finn and Puck.

"Whoooops. Sorry, Kurt," Finn said, stepping aside.

"Whoa!" Puck said, staring at Kurt's hip. "Is that a hickey?"

"Move, Puck," Kurt said through gritted teeth.

"Damn, Hummel," Puck said, ignoring him. "Even I've never had a hickey down that far."

"That's not even the farthest down," Blaine blurted from the couch. The room suddenly went quiet. "Uh…"

Burt glared at the boy. "Excuse me?"

Blaine looked at his wrist, which had no watch. "Whoa! Look at the time! So Kurt, how about I go get our table, and you meet me there!"

"That sounds great, Blaine!" Kurt said. "See you in a bit!"

Kurt ran up the stairs as Blaine bolted out of the house. Finn and Puck were rolling on the floor laughing hysterically.

"Those boys are going to be the death of me," Burt muttered as he settled back in his chair. "Or I'll be the death of them."

Heehee. I love Blaine.